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Oct 2016
I don't believe
clothes make the man
but I can usually tell,
from the shake of his hand

Eyes meet and a firm grip
a single shake or two
is the hand shake I expect
if you want me to respect you

A limp and cold dead fish
is the handshake of a fake
and introducing myself
is instantly a mistake.
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The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
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